My Next Partner Will Lie Beside Me & Enjoy A Good Book

03/12/2012 09:18 EDT
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05/12/2012 05:12 EDT

I've always yearned to lie beside the man I love and discuss a good book. To me, the mere idea of it feels romantic. Intimate. Even arousing.

No man I've cared for thus far, my ex-husband included, enjoyed reading books. Sure, they'd scour over a newspaper or the odd motorcycle or hunting magazine. But when it came right down to reading an actual book -- fiction or a non-fiction -- it was brushed off off as "unmanly" or "uninteresting".

It's not that I didn't try -- sometimes I practically pleaded with them to read. But I'd hear:

"Ohhhh, but it's so big."

Or: "Just sum it up for me real quick."

Or: "Are there sex scenes? Naked pictures? Does someone get killed?"

So I'd resort to placing it obviously on their nightstands. Unmistakable. A flashing reminder: READ ME.

Yet there they always remained. Untouched. Unopened. Collecting dust.

So I gave up and accepted. I told myself, "Lots of men don't like to read. It's a personal choice, Delaine."

But you know what?

It always kinda hurt.

And now... now, as I think about what qualities I want in my next partner, that romantic, long-ago vision returns. It's not that I'm expecting an English professor -- it's just that I've learnt quite enough about dirt bikes, hunting and fishing.

I want the sharing, the communication, the stimulation of a like-spirited partner -- on all levels. I want connection, attentive ears, thoughtful responses, maybe even a good debate. I want to watch him scour the pages as he ventures to the same place I eagerly roamed.